As you can see, this is my daily water taxi. It is the commuter’s way to navigate the city. It is nice if you work close to one of its 2 stops. Otherwise, completely useless. Luckily for me, I work about 15 steps from the Michigan Ave. stop. Literally, it drops me off at my building. This is one of those, everyone knows everyone types of closed clubs. I still have not cracked their secret handshake. All spots are spoken for on the boat. I am relegated to the last seat at the back right next to the bathroom. Even when no one else is on the boat, I sit next to the latrine. Kind of embarrassing, but I guess I have to do my time before I can move up. I think someone has to die prior to me getting a respectable seat. The first day I rode, everyone looked at me like I had gotten on the wrong boat. Well, if you remember, I actually was on the wrong boat, but that is another story. Anyway, I am the outsider that no one will talk to on the boat everyday. Kind of funny, but no joke, it is a real clique.
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